Luyện nghe bài hát Thug Lordz

C'mon

The Thug Lordz in bitch
Get up... salute nigga, 21 nigga holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Niggaz that ride or die for coast, nigga
Yeah, put ya head to the
Put ya head to the nigga, holla...holla
THUG... LORDZ!
Thug Lordz in this
niggaz
West Coast Mafia
Yeah, untouchable man
niggaz, C'mon niggaz. Ha.

[Verse 1:
Check, my uzi weigh a ton I 'em up an I run
I'm loco, I keep a caulked in the lo-lo
I'm Tut of the hood
'cause everytime I a record dog
Shit I bring it to the gut of the
An I ain't never down, so don't test me dog
I'm a nut, an keep a Smif-N-Wesson pressed in pause
all these faggot ass rappers yappin they jaws
Yeah they the shit 'cause they see me they just crap in they drawers
yeah that nigga 50 he hot, but I he's a snitch
And he ran up under that white boy, I he's a bitch
An I ain't seen him in the hood, no where in the
No House of Blues, or Peanuts, he scared of them
Heard he his rims and 'Big O' tires in the hood
Surrounded by police, wires in the hood
Heard they ran him outta New York, and he's comin to
No glocks and cigs, just lots of
Eh nig, your rap will not outlast Pac and Big's
Yeah you fuckin wit some kids that ain't of the bricks
You in there, four-fifth kick dead in the
Thug Lordz'll ya hit, split dead in a 6, c'mon

[Chorus:
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a ready for war
never snitch
never
never my click was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip holla..
THUG... LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a ready for war
never snitch
never
never quit my click was heaven sent wit to
hit when we dip holla..

2: Yukmouth]
Yeah..
If the boss wants you dead, then it's off wit ya
'specially a nigga that talk to the feds
'specially a bitch that walk wit the feds
to award shows cause niggaz bout to toss him lead
You think the West coast is just Dre an Xzibit
aiight, but pay attention Thug Lordz handle they business
We the realest from the Gardens to the
Make the hardest niggaz feel
the sargent want to kill us
Regardless Godzilla will you nigga
I twist ya cap like a Slits malt liquor for that slick talk
If ya nigga gang bang, don't crip walk
Wearin a big chain will get ya ripped off
We the only Thug bitch
all big faces like Mount Rushmore, you don't want war bitch
That'll get you pistol whipped an
You lucky I on Face shit, I woulda destroyed it
You better run like Forrest Gump in Air
our guns look like torches, bustin from drop Porsches
Or the Ferrari, hotter than a hot tamale
The holla..

LORDZ!
Gettin this money like a ready for war
we'll snitch
never
never quit my was heaven sent wit Mac-11's to
hit we dip they holla..
LORDZ!
Gettin this like a motherfucker ready for war
we'll snitch
never
never quit my click was sent wit Mac-11's to
hit when we dip they (they holla)